So this is it. I just have to get through it, that’s all. And once it’s over, it’s over. That’s all that keeps me going as I climb onto the king-size bed where my mother sleeps, where I’m sure she’s had sex with this man and will again. And all the while, he’ll know he made his sons take her daughter’s ass in this same bed. I wonder if he’ll think about it while they’re fucking.

What is wrong with me? Why am I even entertaining these thoughts? I guess it’s because they’re easier to think about than the reality of what’s happening to me and what’s about to happen.

“Colt, you can go first. Remember what we talked about. Take her hard. Make it count.” James lowers his zipper as he speaks, taking himself in one hand and beginning to stroke.

Colt makes the briefest eye contact with me before taking off his clothes. I don’t know if the lube was his idea or his father’s—I’m guessing his or Nix’s, definitely not James’s. James would never put any thought into my comfort or protection.

He squirts a little onto his palm and uses it to stroke himself, to make himself hard, while he climbs onto the bed and positions himself behind me. I’m shaking, already fighting off panic-induced nausea that would be bad enough if I wasn’t already feeling so ill, thanks to my period. I should have taken another pill, but I didn’t want to run the risk of taking too many in too short a timeframe.

It isn’t like before, earlier this afternoon. Instead of talking me through it, reminding me to relax and breathe, Colt merely takes the base of the plug and yanks it out. I gasp, stiffening, and James merely laughs as he slowly walks around the bed. “You think that was something? Wait until you take two cocks up that ass tonight. Go ahead, Colt. Make her feel it. I want her to gasp again.”

It’s like he hates me. Like he genuinely hates me and wants me to suffer. Why else would he sound so gleeful when he gives instructions like that? Why would he be so damn determined to humiliate me, hurt me, break me?

I barely have time to form those questions in my head before Colt enters my gaping ass. Yes, he is much bigger than that plug, and I can’t imagine the pain that would have come from him forcing himself inside before I was ready. I’m hardly ready now, even with the lube he so generously applied.

“That’s right,” James calls out over my pitiful whimpers. “Tear that ass up.”